VIOLET'S POV
I was put back to my cell, back to my place of loneliness. It was dark by this time and everyone was going home except those on night duties.
"I hate prison," Opal growled.
"I don't either, but I have no choice," I replied to her.
The reflection of the moon shone in the cell. I smiled while making imaginary scenarios in my head. At that point, that was what kept me company.
I heard noises from afar, I was bothered at first because I was just a prisoner and nothing was my business out there.
The noise became louder and closer.
"Someone's around." Opal alerted me.
Who could that possibly be except the police? I was confused.
Seeing the prison door open, I looked up and saw a girl standing in front of me.
Slowly, my gaze went from her feet to her head.
I immediately se
